However, once rationale returned, both of them understood that at this moment, nothing could be done.
Qiu Mingyan, recovering his senses, felt slightly embarrassed and blushed.
Uncomfortably, he avoided looking at Feng Chengyue, released his grip, rubbed his nose, and turned his face to the side. By feel, he helped Feng Chengyue button up her clothes, "Sorry, I…I didn't mean it."
For a moment, Feng Chengyue, despite her deep sadness, was somewhat amused.
She curled her lips, knowing that they couldn't do anything at this moment; there wasn't enough time, and the mood didn't permit it. But…facing this Qiu Mingyan, this Qiu Mingyan who had become increasingly proactive after daring to confront his feelings, Feng Chengyue, aside from feeling happy inside, was even more profoundly smiling as she felt his clean palm helping her button her clothes one by one.
The subtle smile was very charming, especially accompanied by her long, jet-black hair.
